Chapter 3

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     "Dork word, more dork words." Laura said walking along side me  holding "Moby Dick" and "Romeo & Julet." Two books she had to write a report on within the next 6 weeks, but knowing Laura, it will take her approximately 0.004 seconds to finish.

     That's mostly what she did with her life, doing some crazy shit or alone doin' crazy shit. When she wasn't doing that, she had her nose buried in a book or in her computer screen writing her book.

"They aren't dork words they're, 'I'm a gamer and I'm proud' words." I retorted. Defending myself from being labeled as a dork when obviously I'm a 'fanboy'.

"Seriously, go finish the game and figure out what happend." She said, sipping coffee we had picked up.

"What do you not understand? I can't beat this boss," I barked, "the only gun that was causing the slightest damage to this guy was my sniper rifle, which only held two fuckin bullets!"

"You've come sofar, don't let the game win!"

"Fuck the game, right now I have to get to class." I said, elbowing her in the side. She grinned shooting me a glance saying 'you WILL regret that later'. I laughed and started walking to class throwing away my coffee cup.

Now here I am in bald fat man's class.

"Good morning Mr. Pines." I said taking my seat. He nodded at me and gave a slight smile. Today was jugement day for the test we took last week. Half the jocks in the class just muttered 'aced it' walking out of the class.

     "I was very pleased with the majority of this class...others." he shot a death glare at a group of jocks and mindless bitches that sat in the far back of the class.

     "Could do better." He continued, hitting the bottom edges of the papers on his desk. I was actually kinda nervous. Some of the answers I put down were probably wrong. I couldn't remember who it was that sculpted the 'Veuns de milo'. It was between Alezandros of Antioch or Auguste Rodin. I think Anguste Rodin was the one who made 'The Thinker'.

     Before I could toture myself with anymore thoughts of failure, Mr.Pines set the test on my desk smiling. I looked down to see a A- written in black ink with a side note that read, 'one of the best scores in class'. I sat up a little taller with a smug grin on my face.

     I glanced at the 'mindless bitches and douches' as me and Laura called them. They all had dumbfounded looks on their faces like they couldn't believe they had failed this test even though all they did was sit, make out, and take stupid selfies and videos.

     Laura had met one bleach blonde who whore, oops I mean wore, skinny jeans and a spaghetti strap shirt, it showed her stomach up to her belly button. She tolerated her babbling on about how she didn't even know the difference between a verb and a noun. I would just laugh and continue doing what I was doing.

     "Those of you who passed may spend the rest of they class quietly doing whatever you wish as long as you stay in your seat." Mr. Pines said taking a seat at his desk going through things on his computer.

     I slid my phone out of my pocket and untangle my earbuds from my backpack. I popped in my earbuds and turned it on My Chemical Romance. They made good music, the song I started listening to was 'Teenagers.' The song alway put me in a good mood.

     I slipped out My smaller sketch book and flipped through pages till I found the page I was looking for. It was a drawing of an angel falling from heaven. The angel was a girl in a dress wrapping her wings slightly around her sides trying to find something to grab. I made a few minor and major tweaks to it, fixing the dress to make it look like the wind from falling was making it flap and flutter. Adding more detail especially in the eyes. The eyes held the key to emotion, almost like it gave it life. I could work for an hour just trying to make the eyes show just the right emotion.

     The bell rang and I quickly packed my things trying not to be late to biology, which was basically science on steroids. I gathered my things and walked out of the classroom. The cold air nipped at my cheeks as I walked outside. It was a nice morning too, the sun was bright and the smell of the air was so refreshing. Much better than the smell of body spray in the classroom.

     Biology was a breeze,we were studying the process of digestion which was probably the easiest subject that we're going to learn all year. I think the teacher just hated kids or hated teaching because they just wached videos and took notes on that. The most interactions with the teacher was when a student would say. 'I didn't catch that.' So he would rewind the video a small way and re-play it again.

Laura and I shared a language arts/ reading class. We would work out of the book together and fill out the paper. When Mrs. Write, the proffesor, gave a test, they were always prepared. The worst grade I could make on a paper would be a B- or a C. Laura made straight A's in Mrs. Writes class. She was the teacher's pet, which gave me a free pass of being by her.

Laura was a library aid so she wouldn't have to take physical education. She should just spend an hour reading as many books as she could and help other book fanectics. Introducing them to different worlds. Fantasy, world war times, anything from different realms to different times. Me however, I got a job at the Denny's a ways into town.

On the weekends I would work on different scenes with the animation I was working on, 'Two Guns.' Lara was writing the the book. Later we decided to turn it into a movie, which is what we're working on at the moment. 

"Yo Jean!" Laura howled. "My mom wants to know you want some old art supplies she found."

"Yeah tell her I'll take 'em." I said not taking my eyes off the game. Soooo close to defeating the boss, just one more valve to close then I'll be done.

"Behind you!" Laura shouted. "In the game, he re-spawned!"

Before I got a chance to run...I was dead. I sat thare staring at the screen for a few seconds.

"FUCKING WHAT THE-... IM GUNNA-... AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

A/n: welp this was fun if the editor's okay with it we might do a Q/A about the story or about making it till then bye!


E/N: Sorry it took a while, I'm a lazy editor. I'm perfectly ok with doing a Q/A as well!


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